Below are my two strange occurrences.  I don't know whether I'm attracting strangers from beyond, or if these things were brought about by someone who knew me before they passed on.  I may never know.  What I am absolutely certain of is that they DID happen, I didn't imagine either one, I wasn't half-asleep or hallucinating or drinking or on drugs and I am DEFINITELY NOT an attention-seeker.  By the way, the second occurrence took place in the main floor apartment at a house on Lincolnway in Valpo.

One Last Peek?

Somehow I got through those first few days, taking all the "What if's" and trying to sort things through.  I still know to this day that I'd done the right thing in leaving, although I wasn't happy with the way things ended.  I know that, despite all his many problems, he truly did love his kids, and it saddened me beyond belief to know that I'd taken the one thing that truly meant something to him.  About 6 weeks after his death, I was up late one night surfing the 'net.  The children's room was right next to the living room, and I heard the sound of something similar to cellophane crackling.  I thought that one of the kiddos was up to go to the bathroom or get a drink.
I looked toward the sound, and out of the kid's room right into the living room came a dark figure.  I had been outside to smoke (I NEVER smoke in the house - - - I have KIDS), and my first thought was I'd left the backdoor open and someone had come into our home.  I was terrified.  I quickly estimated his heighth to be about six feet.  Then, out of the blue, it struck me:  although I could see it's shoulders moving as it walked toward the living room window, I could not see eyes, nose, ears, or mouth on it.  Or clothing of any sort.  It was an opaque, totally black, couldn't-see-through-it humanoid type thing, "walking" out of the kids room into the room where I was sitting at the desk.  The best possible description I can give is that it exactly looked like one of the "Blue Man Group", only it was black and there were no "whites" to where the eyeballs should have been.  I remember at that point drawing in a loud, sharp breath, a gasp if you will.  At that, the thing TURNED IT'S HEAD AND LOOKED RIGHT ATME, AND IMMEDIATELY DISAPPEARED.  Was I not supposed to have seen it?  Or had it planned to only allow me to "glimpse" it?  One thing I was and remain certain of:  it saw me, just as I had seen it.  Perhaps I scared it as much as it had scared me.  I'm sure I'll never know.  But I have frequently wondered if that was the children's father, passing through for one last peek at the two whom he'd loved so much, now that he was no longer seemingly a threat to them or anyone else.  I have not seen it again, nor do I care to.